The ruffian enters the fairyland

"Ahem!" Ye Feng coughed softly twice. This was not to signal everyone to shut up, but rather an expression of excessive force. It was completely because the aura could not be replenished, and he exerted his full strength against the enemy twice, which caused his body to become more severe. Unbearable. ╠★ ╣

"Cousin, let's stop fighting, come down quickly, how can you face your next opponent like this, don't care about those shameless people." Taking advantage of the time when the monk went up to carry Guangchen's body, Zhen Xuetian shouted loudly from below Ye Feng.

Mei Zhiruo and Yin Mengli also said with concern: "Ye Feng, after you recover to your strongest state, we will settle accounts with these shameless people, let's forget it now."

The Cultivator’s Conference is just for you to say, forget it, since you have decided to meet the opponent’s challenge, you have to admit defeat, you must stand on the stage to accept the opponent’s challenge, otherwise the Cultivator’s Conference will punish you, and the consequences will be very serious .

Standing on the arena, Ye Feng was a little out of breath, looking extremely exhausted, as if he would fall down when a gust of wind blows.

"Damn it, Guangchen was also killed by this guy. I'm so mad." Feng Dongcai stood in a corner, stomping his feet in anger. His own people are really ashamed. Two people go up to deal with one. Ye Feng, who is like a sick duck, was killed one by one by others, it is really incomprehensible.

Is Ye Feng really that scary, invincible?

Feng Dong didn't believe it, and he was not reconciled. He finally got Ye Feng into the arena. This is definitely the best chance to kill Ye Feng. If Ye Feng is allowed to leave again, he won't be able to find such a good chance in the future.

"Young master, don't panic, the next match will be the old man, and I will definitely bring back Ye Fengfei's head."

The one who spoke was Song Yuanfeng, a monk in the Yuanying period. This time Feng Dongcai and Wu Hao teamed up to deal with Ye Feng. A total of five people decided to go to the arena. It was from Heishamen, a master invited by Wu Hao.

According to what my fellow disciples had expected in advance, as long as Wu Hao made a move, Ye Feng would award the head, and the people behind would not have to play at all. Knowing that Ye Feng was so brave, Wu Hao would never challenge Ye Feng.

As Ye Feng killed two Golden Core Stage opponents one after another, the next opponent he had to face was Song Yuanfeng of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Song Yuanfeng has absolute self-confidence. Although Song Yuanfeng dare not say that he is invincible among the monks of the Nascent Soul Stage, he is absolutely sure when facing a monk of the Golden Core Stage. It should be quite easy to kill Ye Feng.

Even though Ye Feng's cultivation is already at the peak of the Golden Core stage, the difference in level is huge, and it cannot be made up for by a moment of bravery.

"Uncle Song, I'll be waiting for your good news." Feng Dongcai looked at Song Yuanfeng and said.

"Young master, don't worry, I will definitely end with Ye Feng's head." Song Yuanfeng walked towards the arena.

"I said Song Yuanfeng, you old man, can you be more particular, you are really shameless for not giving Ye Feng even time to breathe." Seeing Song Yuanfeng walking onto the arena, the Momen immediately cursed .

"Momen, be careful, if you make me angry, even if you are the young master of Wangtian Pavilion, I will still teach you a lesson." Song Yuanfeng turned his head and glanced at Momen.

The sharp gaze went straight into Momen's heart, full of murderous intent.

What Song Yuanfeng said is correct, even if Momen, as the young master of Wangtian Pavilion, insults a monk in the Yuanying stage, being beaten up will not cause dissatisfaction in Wangtian Pavilion, as long as you don't kill Momen, you will not be dissatisfied. Don't get seriously injured, just teach him a little lesson, there is no problem at all, could it be that his father will start a war with Huanyunmen because of such a trivial matter, just kidding.

"Let's wait until you leave the arena alive. If your head is moved, you still have to teach me a shit." This guy Momen has a vicious mouth.

The corner of Song Yuanfeng's mouth twitched, you boy, wait for me, this account has been written down, and you will regret it for half your life if you have a chance.

For those who are in the realm of comprehension, none of them will smile away their grievances if they are humiliated by others, sooner or later it will be a matter!

"Huanyunmen and Heishamen are indeed shameless. Even if you want to kill Ye Feng, you can't use such unscrupulous means. You will lose all face in the cultivation world of Kyushu City. You must never have any contact with these two families in the future."

"Hey, what else to say, shameless to such a degree is considered a state."

The monks talked a lot, and Feng Dongcai's face was extremely ugly, as if he could drip water.

Now he is too hard to get off. Even if he is under pressure, it is impossible to give up the challenge. There is no such rule in the Cultivator Conference. As long as a challenge is issued to the other party, the other party also accepts the challenge. No matter what happens, both parties must come. Go to the arena to fight.

He Liangchun was even more distressed and couldn't tell. Before following Wu Hao, the door owner had already told He Liangchun to protect Wu Hao's safety. The door owner knew that Ye Feng was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he was afraid that something would happen to his beloved son. He Liangchun would be allowed to participate in the challenge, but now that Wu Hao had his head chopped off by Ye Feng, even if he avenged Wu Hao, he didn't know what to say to the sect master.

At this time, Song Yuanfeng had come to the opposite of Ye Feng, so he took a closer look at Ye Feng.

Song Yuanfeng found that Ye Feng's aura seemed a little disordered. Whether it was breathing or the movement of aura, what Ye Feng showed was that he was trying his best to suppress it, and tried his best to mix the aura evenly.

But the time left for Ye Feng was only a short moment, how could he mix his breath thoroughly in such a short time.

Even if the breath is adjusted thoroughly, the consumed aura cannot be replenished.

The two parties had agreed in advance that to fight fairly, each should rely on their true abilities, that is to say, supplementary means such as talisman formations could not be used. Even if Ye Feng had the Qi-gathering talisman, he was not allowed to use it at this time.

"Om!" Song Yuanfeng had an extra sword in his hand.

The sword exuded a cold light, bursting with murderous aura.

Even though he saw that Ye Feng hadn't recovered yet and even consumed more spirit energy, Song Yuanfeng didn't dare to be careless. The example of Wu Hao and Guangchen was right in front of him. If he didn't pay attention, he would repeat their mistakes.

"Come on, I want to see what's so scary about you." Song Yuanfeng waved the sword in his hand, it turned into countless sword flowers, and went straight to Ye Feng.

It's really shameless, no wonder Momen yelled at him, facing an opponent whose cultivation base was one level higher than his own, and his physical condition was extremely poor, Song Yuanfeng still chose to strike first.

"Ahem!" Ye Feng seemed to be shaking his stomach, his body was shaking, and he coughed violently.

However, the dragon-slaying knife in his hand was tightly held, and he assumed a posture to meet the enemy.

"Om!" The sword in Song Yuanfeng's hand shook, and countless swords and flowers merged into one, turning into a wandering dragon, and stabbed at Ye Feng's chest.

"Woo!" The air was blasted by Song Yuanfeng's sword force, and there was a buzzing sound, which showed Song Yuanfeng's accomplishments in the way of swordsmanship.

"Ah!" Ye Feng screamed, before he could move to meet the enemy, his body didn't obey his orders, and he staggered towards Song Yuanfeng's side.

But it was this stagger that caused Ye Feng's body to escape Song Yuanfeng's full blow.

"Hiss!" The light from the sword in Song Yuanfeng's hand swept across Ye Feng's side, piercing a hole in Ye Feng's shirt, revealing the underwear inside.

so close!Everyone's hearts were in their throats at this moment. If Ye Feng hadn't staggered, the sword would have pierced his chest, and if Song Yuanfeng's wrist was a little bit off, Ye Feng would have been hurt at least Very serious injury.

Song Yuanfeng's reaction was quite fast, a sword missed, and a sword was returned, his back was facing Ye Feng, but the sword in his hand turned back and went straight to Ye Feng's back.

Ye Feng's body suddenly became short, and his body assumed the posture of an iron bridge, dodging Song Yuanfeng's sword in return.

"Okay!" Momen applauded loudly, this time he dodged really well, making Song Yuanfeng's sure-hit sword come back in vain.

But how could Song Yuanfeng's attack stop there, he kicked his back to Ye Feng, and with the sound of howling wind, his calf hooked backwards towards Ye Feng's lower body.

"Go to Nima!" Ye Feng cursed, his body did not stand upright, but maintained the posture of the iron bridge, and suddenly turned [-] degrees on the ground, and his body was exactly at a right angle to Song Yuanfeng.

The dragon-slaying knife in his hand cut silently at Song Yuanfeng's upside-down calf.

Ye Feng's move was not without viciousness. The two of them had their backs facing each other just now, and neither of them saw what happened to their backs. They made the move entirely by feeling.

But Ye Feng has been controlling Song Yuanfeng's every move through his spiritual consciousness. Ye Feng can clearly perceive every slight change in Song Yuanfeng's body. Ye Feng seems to be staggering, but it is actually a trick to lure the enemy. , as long as Song Yuanfeng's attack is under his control, killing him will be easy.

Sure enough, Song Yuanfeng saw that Ye Feng's physical condition was not very good, so he thought of a quick fight, wishing to kill Ye Feng with one move, so every move was full of murderous intent.

But Ye Feng has a good grasp of Song Yuanfeng's psychological and physical dynamics.

Raising one's hand at a critical moment is just one thing. The most important thing is that Ye Feng has well controlled the timing and power of his shot.

There was no astonishing aura or coercion.

Ye Feng clearly knew the power of the Dragon Slaying Saber, even if he didn't inject any spiritual energy, it would be easy to cut off one of Song Yuanfeng's legs.

"Pfft!" The dragon-slaying knife brushed past Song Yuanfeng's knee.

"Paji!" Before Song Yuanfeng felt any pain, his lower leg below the knee fell to the ground.

But Ye Feng didn't stop any longer, his body was still swinging, and the momentum of the Dragon Slaying Saber didn't stop at all, and he rushed directly to cut at Song Yuanfeng's other leg.

Song Yuanfeng found that the calf he kicked towards Ye Feng was suddenly not under his command, and a piercing pain was transmitted from his knee to his brain.

"Ah!" Song Yuanfeng screamed, and the dragon-slaying knife cut off his other leg.

"Go to hell!" Ye Feng's body leaped high from the ground, and the dragon-slaying knife fell on Song Yuanfeng's head!